The Perk - Thursday Afternoon

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The full effect of a week without classes was finally settling in to Wilson and he enjoyed a fairly lazy morning waking up with the angel and ... well ... doing absolutely nothing. He'd seen flyers about and heard whispers on the wind that students were off on different jaunts here and there so when Phale took himself off to his study to brood research some 'things' Wilson grabbed a book, left his lover a note telling him where he was and headed down to the Perk to brood.

Ordering some of the angel's favorite apple spice tea, just to see what it was that so intrigued his lover about the stuff, Wilson settled into a deep chair by the window and flipped open the medical journal he'd brought down with him. However, he soon found himself slipping into a contemplative state as he sipped on his tea and watched the sun reflecting off the puddles just outside the window.

[ooc: open to poke at the doctor or for your own Perky needs!

ETA: That Phale met up with Wilson is okay to broadcast but their conversation is now NFB. :)]

All and Sundries - Thursday

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane does not know where the "Squishy Machine" is.

She does not even know what a "Squishy Machine" is for.

All and Sundries is open.

Aereopagitica, 2 November 2006

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

After an early morning outing, Giles opened the store.

He's somewhat quiet and, if possible, even more still than usual today. He seems to be writing an awful lot.

Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery - Thursday afternoon

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

It was a little bit chilly today, but Molly and Dawn decided that they wanted ice cream anyway. Besides, if they ate it inside, the temperature wouldn't matter.

Molly went into the shop and paused, turning back slightly to whisper to Dawn. "It's a different person working than last time. Do you think we could get away with the sample thing again?"

[[OOC: Shop is open for all your ice cream needs.]]

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

This day held far too much meaning for El. He had too many dead to think about. Carolina, Domino, Cesar, his daughter.

But it was still worth remembering that a year ago, this day, he had saved all of Mexico. Not out of vengence, out of his anger, but out of a genuine desire to save people.


And thus, El was trying not to be sad this day, but was instead out in the park, playing a relatively happy song on his guitar.

For him, at least.

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